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I think dating Jason would mean never peeling your own oranges. It’s not that you can’t or won’t, but he likes doing it for you. Simple as that. You could easily snatch your oranges out of his hands, with their long fingers and scarred knuckles, but you choose to let him do this for you. You protest at first — you’re a big girl capable of doing this for yourself after all — but he brushes it off, tells you that he likes taking care of you with an earnestness about him that you can’t deny. Doesn’t that just have your insides turn into something warm and soft? So you accept his care with the graciousness it deserves. Lean into his side as he makes the first cut into the skin, releasing a mist of juice and citrus oil into the air. Sweetly thank him for every segment he passes into your fingers. He always keeps a few wedges himself as payment, but it’s no steep bargain. If you’re alone, sometimes he’ll feed each piece to you. Press the wedge against your parted lips and wait for your teeth to catch hold. And if sometimes you’ll lick his fingers clean of the dripping juice, well that’s a secret between you and his darkening eyes.
#can you tell I reread ‘the orange’ by wendy cope?#sunnie writes 🌻#jason todd my beloved#jason todd imagine#jason todd x you#jason todd x reader#jason todd x fem!reader#snack fic
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survey - are we all having the same appropriate and innocent thoughts over this?
#i could take him…not in a fight#someone put me down#some needs to put me down#i’m going feral#gnawing at the bars of my enclosure#jason todd my beloved#why the fuck is he so big#bugs bunny heart eyes rnnn#jason todd#jason todd smut#red hood#under the red hood#dc batfam#dc#dceu#dc robin
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“They hate me now.”
Once again thinking about Future State: Gotham…
#my art#jason todd#future state#batman#WOOOOOOOOO#I enjoy drawing him#jason todd my beloved#also why does his motorcycle LOOK LIKE THAT 😭
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Jason Todd x fem!reader
Warnings: just fluff
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Something nudges your cheek, attempting to draw you from the realm of sleep. You groan, swatting it away, startled by the fleshy thud, the burst of quiet laughter right next to your ear.
"Jasonnnn," you whine, scooting away from his hot breath and peeling your eyes open just enough to take in the red numbers on the alarm clock. "It's seven o'clock, Jason Peter Todd! Why am I awake?"
"I was lonely." His voice is quiet, barely more than a grating whisper, his morning voice thick, his words spoken simply. You roll over so you can face him, huffing at how ridiculous he is but with no real frustration. It's Jason, he's pretty, too pretty to be upset with. His eyes are still blurry with sleep, only half open and vaguely focused on you, hair wild and frizzy from rubbing on his pillow all night, he looks younger like the trouble and years have fallen away.
The blistery light filtering into the room is too bright, making you squint just a little as you take in Jason's face in the soft glow. Your foot brushes his, causing you both to smile, legs tangling together beneath the plush duvet. This moment is one of your favorites. A new day outside your window, but inside it's just you and him, twisted together like one person in his bed, lazy and happy. You're always slow to rise on days like these, sappy, lethargic like the world is stuck in molasses, sweet and unhurried.
"Let's stay in bed all day," you suggest, knowing your boyfriend won't disagree. He's leaning in to kiss you in response, chapped lips tipped up into a barely there smile, eyes full of mirth at the idea, borderline giddy.
"After," you stop him with a finger pressed firmly to his lips, your own lips parting when he kisses the soft pad of your finger, tenderly but full of passion, like he wants you to know something. Something he doesn't have to say. "After you brush your teeth."
Jason rolls his eyes but immediately throws the blankets off in a dramatic flurry of movement, earning a laugh from you. You watch for just a moment as he walks away, appreciating the muscles contracting across his back. Broad shoulders.
"Wait! I'm coming too!" you call to his retreating back, scrambling to get out of bed, instantly missing the warmth and comfort. Tripping into the bathroom just behind him, you plow into his back, rubbing your forehead as you grumble under your breath.
"What the hell, dude?"
"Stay back, babe. There's a big spider."
You squeeze under his arm, trying to find the spider in question. There on the cream-colored tile, a tiny little dark spot against the bright floor is a spider no bigger than your pinky tail. Really, it's smaller than that, but for Jason's benefit, you try to see it as large. Try and fail.
"Jason."
"I'll take care of it, don't worry." He's reaching for a square of toilet paper as he speaks, tongue poking out from between his lips in concentration like this is truly some great feat of bravery for him.
"Jason."
Your hand on his arm stops him, looking over his shoulder at you, big blue eyes questioning. "He's tiny. Leave him alone."
He whips around to fully face you, incredulous, mouth agape. "Leave it? Those things are deadly!"
"I think we can manage. C'mon, we're just supposed to be brushing our teeth, not disrupting the peace. You can kill the spider if it leaves the bathroom. Deal?"
He sighs heavily, long-suffering, casting a distrustful look over his shoulder at the offensive creature who hasn't moved since you entered the bathroom. Hell, it may already be dead. "Fine."
Happy you won the non-argument you hand him his toothbrush, holding yours out as he squeezes a small ball of toothpaste onto the bristles. Wetting your brush beneath a trickle of water you wince as Jason shoves his into his mouth dry.
He grins at your curled lip, tapping his finger off your nose.
"Do you wash your hands without water too?" you tease, eyebrows raised as though no matter what he answers you'll take it as a yes.
"Saves water, baby. I'm eco-friendly."
You shake your head, bumping his hip with your own, smiling softly to yourself as you watch his face in the mirror. His features are expressive, fingers on his unoccupied hand tapping out a catchy beat against the laminate. Your eyes trace the scars littering his face and neck, a careful path down his exposed chest, all of them familiar.
Somehow you both manage to slide closer, thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder, as near to one another as you can be. He glances down at you, lifting his hand to wipe a stray glob of foamy toothpaste from the corner of your mouth with his thumb.
The affectionate gesture short circuits your brain, sending your emotions into a hormonal frenzy, desperate for Jason, all of him, needing him all to yourself.
As soon as both toothbrushes clink in the glass cup you store them in, bristles slightly damp, bumping into each other before stilling in the cup, Jason is pulling you in, large hands on your hips, eyes serious, lips seeking yours. The instant his mouth is on yours you can't remember why you stalled, why you didn't demand a kiss as soon as your eyes opened this morning. Soft lips, hot tongue, enough spit to illicit a loud moan that Jason swallows without hesitation. Your fingers are pulling on the ends of his hair, pleading with him for more, earning a happy groan.
Hot fingers against your skin have you shivering in pleasure, hands circling his neck, fingers scraping over muscle and bone, leaving pink lines in their wake. His hands are cupping your butt, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his waist, and you don't resist, squeezing your thighs. The shudder that crawls up his spine is worth it.
When he finally pulls away, a shit-eating grin on his face, you're breathless and dizzy, looking up at him with lovesick eyes.
"Come along, Y/N. Your day in bed awaits."
You slide down his chest, lingering, sneaking another kiss before you take a small step back. With a sweeping gesture, he lets you step past him, the worn carpet beneath your bare feet a familiar path back to his room. He closes the door behind you with a soft click, a soft expression on his face as you crawl beneath the covers, curling into a ball.
"You comin' or what?"
He nods, pulling his curtains closed to shroud the room in as much darkness as possible, wanting to keep your bubble intact, needing to have you alone today.
"We should get a dog," he blurts, eyes widening with an edge of panic the second the words leave his mouth, waiting with bated breath for your reaction. His lips are struggling to form words, an apology, an explanation, some slew of unnecessary syllables.
"We should," you agree, voice soft, reassuring, watching as he visibly sags with relief, tension bleeding into the air around him before dissipating. "A Corgi maybe? Or a French Bulldog," you continue, easily losing yourself in the idea of having a puppy with Jason.
That would be the pinnacle of your life. Coming home from work to Jason cooking dinner to surprise you, feeding harmless scraps to a puppy who waddles over to you the moment you step into the room, trailed by your boyfriend tugging you into a kiss. The idea had never before crossed your mind, but now it seems impossible that you survived without the mental image, the pleasant domesticity of it all turning you to mush in Jason's bed.
"I want a big dog," his voice breaks through your reverie, an argument, but you're much too docile in this state to care.
"A big dog? Yeah, okay. That's fine. A German Shepherd? Or a Doberman?"
Jason hums, finally slipping into bed next to you, body curling around yours. "Yeah, maybe one of those. I don't really know."
"We've got time to figure it out, Jase."
He smiles down at you, eyes bright with something you can't quite describe, happy and relaxed, just enjoying one another's presence.
You've got time.
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i support jason todd's rights (and wrongs, even tho babyboy was just feeling silly)
#brainrot marita#jason todd incorrect quotes#jason todd my beloved#jason todd my pretty little boy#jason todd#jason todd imagine#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#red hood imagine#jason todd blurb#jason todd x y/n#red hood#red hood x reader#dc comics#dc comics incorrect quotes
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Status report: Currently crying, throwing up and screaming P1
The grounding technique is something my therapist does with me, so wild to be represented. I wanna hug him
#tumblr gold#webtoon jason todd my beloved#jason todd my beloved#jason todd#red hood#wfa spoilers#Wayne family adventures spoilers#alfred pennyworth#Agent A#bruce is a good parent#bruce wyane#Batman#dc#dc Batman#dc spoilers#webtoon spoilers
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Jason todd (as robin) icons
#dividers#batfam#batfamily#batman#dc universe#dc comics#dcu#jason todd#jason robin#jason todd my beloved
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i've always pictured jason as such a romantic / hopeless romantic like... yes he can be rough n mean sometimes but all the other times hes the sweetest n funniest n will always go the extra mile :( like when he falls he falls Hard n will always be so devoted and loyal and loving omg jason is so perfect i wish men were real
soft jason makes my heart melt like no other i will not apologize !
(also !! can i be 🕷️ anon ? pls n thank u mwah)
Ofc you can!
He is literally so obsessed w you. Like, yes, he loves fucking with you, but also he buys you flowers for every small occasion or just when he feels like it, he cooks for you, he cleans for you, he buys you the things he sees that remind him of you. He’ll never let you pay for anything ever. He will make sure you have a new dress that you love for every Wayne gala. He loves to show you off. He is the greatest bf ever.
#jason todd my beloved#jason todd#saph’s thots#jason todd x reader#saph’s love letters#red hood#jason todd fluff#jason todd x you#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd imagine#red hood imagine#red hood x reader#red hood x reader fluff#red hood fluff#🕷️ anon
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Hate him and his stupid slow mo walk through a shower of smoke and glass
#jason todd my beloved#he’s so dramatic I hate him#(affectionate)#jason todd#red hood#batfamily#dc comics#dc#rhato#red hood and the outlaws
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No no you don't understand. It's not about Jason being always right or the person who suffered the most. It's that he's a victim's power fantasy. It's that he's fundamentally changed. The tragedy of Jason Todd is that he was the best goddamn kid - he was kind and thoughtful and smart and passionate and caring - and that that was taken advantage of, and that's what got him killed. It's that he can't ever be that kid again because his trauma is all consuming and yet he has used that to create a new identity where he is in control. That trauma defines him. It also leaves him frozen, incapable of true character development, makes it so he can never cross that gap between him and Bruce. He cannot separate being Bruce's son from being Robin, and therefore if he is not Robin, he is not Bruce's son. He cannot move on from being a victim, not ever, and therefore he is always going to be representative of victimhood being utilized for something else. When the anger consumes you and you mourn your past self because you can never be that person again. When it's the happy memories that hurt the most. That's where his narrative is the most powerful. It would be so satisfying on a certain level to see him grow past that. But he would no longer serve his purpose, not in challenging Bruce, and not in representing that need to empower yourself after the worst thing that ever happened to you.
#jason todd#jason and bruce#batfam#dc#gail speaks#thinking about that issue of rhato where he doesn't ask for his happiest memory back.......#jason todd my beloved#jt
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Give me a Jason Todd that never fully left the grave. Where he used to run hot, he now runs cold. Not just in a “my body temperature is perpetually a few degrees colder than human” way, but in a “I never fully feel warm” kind of way. The leather jacket isn’t just a fashion statement, it’s to keep the chill out of his bones on Gotham rooftops (it doesn’t work but it’s better than nothing). The gloves aren’t just a forensic countermeasure. They’re there to keep his fingers from going stiff from cold even on warm summer nights. Under his steel toed boots, his socks are made of thick wool so his toes stay warm enough to keep sensation in them.
Give me a Jason Todd that sometimes feels the phantom sensation of wet dirt on his skin. No matter how hard he scrubs the feeling won’t go away. Who can’t wear specific fabrics because they remind him of the silk lining of his coffin. Who sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night and has to turn a light on, the darkness a touch too close to the blackness of the coffin. Who has to sleep with some kind of blade, not because of his training, but because it could be used to lever open a coffin lid.
Give me a Jason Todd that can’t remember what it was like to be buried alive but knows exactly what it feels like. He’s left the grave but it’s never left him.
#jason todd#character musings#red hood#jason todd my beloved#I’m sorry but I love him best traumatized#sunnie writes 🌻
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#Excuse my bad art lmao#jason todd#jason todd fanart#red hood#red hood fanart#gl2#gacha#gacha life 2#gacha edit#art#artwork#my art#dc fan art#digital art#batman#dick grayson#richard grayson#nightwing#tim drake#red robin#damian wayne#robin#batfamily#batbros#batboys#batfam#batfam shenanigans#jason todd my beloved#I don't have a fav Robin tho#No playing favorites here 🙅
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Learning to Love Slowly
Jason Todd x Reader
All Chapters
AO3
46- Your World and His
Sometimes, on the bad days, Jason reverted back to his self-conscious self. He wouldn’t touch you, couldn’t look you in the eyes and seemed more like the man you first had met over a year ago. That didn’t mean you loved him any less, you understood that sometimes he needed space, but it left you feeling helpless.
You wanted to touch him, to hold him so close that he’d complain, and tell him that it was all going to be okay. Yet, when he flinched at the touch of your hand on his, you reserved yourself to just supporting him from where he wanted.
He’d come in trying to his calm himself by flexing his hand, something you had noticed he did early on in your relationship when anxiety was wrapping its hands around his throat. His anxiety was something interesting because of the range it had. Sometimes, he’d be worried about the two of you, other times it was his family that worried him. Throwing his helmet down on the coffee table, he took a seat next to you. On the entire other side of the couch.
You didn’t bother to reach out to him, but, instead, turned to fully face him with a smile. Whatever it was that was bothering him, it definitely wasn’t going to come out forthright.
“Do you want something to drink, honeybee,” You asked, getting up. “You’re a bit pale.”
He stuttered a bit, looking everywhere but at you, before finally saying, “Yeah, some water would be great, baby.”
You looked over at Jason in the living room as you poured the water, just watching him stare off blankly into space. Like he could feel your eyes, he snapped his eyes over to yours and you quickly looked away. You hadn’t meant to look away like you were scared, because you weren’t. Yet, you didn’t want him to think you were just staring either.
“Are you hungry,” You asked, opening up the fridge. “I have some leftover pizza or chicken nuggets. You gotta be okay with dinosaur shapes, though—”
When you looked up at the sound of shuffling, Jason was standing there looking even more nervous than before. Before the words could leave your mouth, he said your name. Somehow, it had felt like forever since he’d referred to with anything other than babe, baby, or sweetheart. It sounded like something foreign off his lips, and, for the first time ever, you didn’t like it. He had made it sound hard, like a rock falling onto concrete, and the sound definitely got your attention.
“Do I scare you,” He asked. “Have I ever scared…No, have you ever been scared of me?”
Not once, had he ever asked you that question because you hadn’t thought you’d ever given him any indication that you were scared of him. Quickly you answered, “Never. Not once.”
He stared at you for a couple more seconds before looking down at the ground. Jason didn’t say anything and started to step away before you grabbed his arm. “Honey, you make me feel like the safest girl in the world. And, you’re literally perfect, so…”
If hell was on Earth, you would willingly burn if it had Jason’s smile. It was a small gesture, but it had your heart feeling as light as a feather. He stepped toward you again, bringing a hand up to your cheek. “Baby, oh, sweet baby.”
He pulled you close, putting his forehead to yours, momentarily putting his lips against yours. “You’re my world, you know that?”
You could feel your face get hot and stuttered. “Well—I didn’t—” You couldn’t go on before breaking into bashful giggles.
Jason let out a breathless chuckle before pulling you in for another kiss. Like always, he felt warm and loving, like a cool summer afternoon, and you would gladly sit in the shade of his tree.
When he pulled away, he asked, “So, you were saying something about dinosaur nuggets?”
“Yeah, Honeybee, I was.”
On the bad days, when Jason felt like he was a world away, you could rest easier knowing that couldn’t be possible when you were his world. And now, you were even more determined to show him that he was yours.
#jason todd smut#jason todd fanfiction#jason todd fic#jason todd#jason todd x y/n#jason todd x you#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd x reader#jason todd my beloved#red hood x you#red hood x reader#red hood fanfic#red hood fanfiction#red hood
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Can you please draw Jason Todd with a cat or two cats, btw love your art style
First of all, thank you :D
Secondly, What about... THREE kitties!?!? >:)
He's with his Therapy Kitties in the Bat-Cave.
Also, I wouldn't mind more requests, it gets my creative juices PUMPING
#jason todd#jason todd fanart#jason todd my beloved#dc#dc art#dc fanart#red hood#dc red hood#red hood jason todd#red hood fanart#bat family#cat art#therapy cats#my art lol#my art#my stuff
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